When I was 9 we moved and I was sent to a private school as I was not learning and being disruptive in class and stayed there for two years. The school I went to was run by a headmaster who believed that boys were best motivated by a sore bottom. He used several types of punishment from a smacking to the cane and variations in-between.
With hindsight, what a marvellous thing that is, its a pity it comes after things happen, I realise that the headmaster enjoyed punishing boys because it allowed him to touch and feel their bare bottoms. My main recollection of him apart from the pain was the smell of tobacco on his breath and the yellow stain on his index and third finger.
Except for serious breaches of discipline boys were offered the choice of a smacking or the cane. The cane really hurt, so it was avoided whenever possible, mind you his smackings were no picnic. The head had two studies' one on the ground floor, a very large room, this was the room when he caned boys. He had another study on the second floor and this was where he sent you when you were to be smacked.
You would wait outside the study till he arrived, and then he ushered you in, closed and locked the door and would say We dont want any interruptions, do we? He would sit down on a upright chair and call you over to stand in front of him. He would lecture you on what you had done wrong and get you to agree that you deserved to be punished. Whilst he was doing this he would cup your buttocks and gently squeeze them. The lecture over he would undo your trousers and push them down to your ankles and tell you to step out of them. You then had to take them a put them tidily on an armchair and then go back and stand in front of him again. Underpants were next to be lowered by the Head and put on the armchair and then stand in front of the Head again. With his hands now feeling your bare bottom a short lecture was given and then an instruction to stand in the corner.
The Head now prepared for the smacking. A piano stool would be placed in front of a low hard backed chair, and then you were called out of the corner and told to kneel on the piano stool and put your hands on the chair. The chair was some 8 inches lower than the stool, so your cheeks were presented nicely taught and ready for punishment. The Head would then make sure that your knees were wide apart against the sides of the stool and then he would pull up his chair to sit behind you.
The Head would then fold your shirt tail and vest ( if it was winter) under and then place his left hand through your legs and hold the front of your right thigh and then the smacking began six smacks, SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK all in the same place. The he would change and put his left hand around the front of your left thigh and then SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK on the left cheek again all in the same place. These smacks were not very hard, but hard enough to sting. Looking back this was so that he could continue the smacking for some time. Change of hand and SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK on the right cheek in a different spot and change of hand and SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK on the left cheek. Change of hand and SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK on the right cheek harder this time and then change of hand and SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK on the right cheek.
By now your bottom was hurting and tears would be flowing, promises to behave and pleas to stop would be freely given. The Head would pause and rub your cheeks whilst another short lecture was given and then he would tell you that there was another six smacks to come. After a short pause he would say On each cheek. Then it was SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK, hard smacks that rearly hurt, change of hand and SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK again hard smacks that hurt and reverberated around the room. He would then tell you that if you came for punishment again that week you would receive a dose of his smacking cane as well.
The smacking cane was a long thick and very knobby cane, as I remember it had joints every inch or so, I havent seen one similar since then. The Head would then go and get the smacking cane out of a cupboard and bring it over and tap your very sore buttocks, not hard but again hard enough to really sting. I thought for a long time that he didnt cane as hard as my granddad, but I found out later that he could and did, but thats another story. After about 12 light slaps of the smacking cane, you were told to stand up and go and stand in front of the Head, again his hands would go round to your bottom and stroke and knead them whilst he was telling you that you had been naughty and been punished and it was all forgiven. He would then get up and go and sit at his desk and write in the punishment book that you had been smacked and you were then called over to sign at the end of the line, his right hand would be one your bottom kneading it again, another short lecture and you were allowed to get dressed and go back to your class still crying.
If you did go for punishment again in the week the punishment started out the same way with a smacking but after the second lecture he would say, You have 12 more smacks to come and after a short pause On each cheek. SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK on the right cheek hard smacks and then SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK on the left. The Head would then rub your cheeks and then SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK on the right cheek from top to bottom and then the final 6 on the left cheek, SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK, with backside hurting like mad and tears running down your cheeks he would tell you to go and stand in the corner the think about your misbehavior and the dose of the smacking cane that was to come. After five minutes or so the Head would call you out of the corner to stand in front of him and he would put his hands round and rub your buttocks telling you that you had been naughty and now you were going to get the smacking cane. You then had to get on the stool again hands on the chair whilst he went to get the smacking cane.
He would make sure that your knees were wide apart and you were leaning forward and then, WACK - WACK - WACK - WACK - WACK - WACK the smacking cane wacked into your bum covering the whole of both cheeks and much harder than before and then WACK - WACK - WACK - WACK - WACK - WACK by now you were crying loudly and promising to be good and not be naughty again. The Head would take no notice and WACK - WACK - WACK - WACK - WACK - WACK the pain would be unbearable tears streaming down your face crying and sobbing, he would tell you that you had six more smacks to come and there were going to be hard. WACK - WACK - WACK - WACK - WACK - WACK he would then leave you on the stool and sit behind you looking at your red bum, you were told to stand up and go and stand in front of him, again his hands would go round to your bottom and stroke and knead them whilst he was telling you that you had been naughty and been punished and it was all forgiven, he would then go and sit at his desk and write in the punishment book that you had been smacked by hand and smacking cane and you were then called over to sign at the end of the line, his right hand would be kneading your bottom again, another short lecture and you were allowed to get dressed and go back to your class still crying.